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The beginnings of a new peice of story completely independant. Mostly spurred by a good friend... I have since decided to drop Mir-Ann's cajun accent.. Too hard to slip into. They are.. definitely fun, especially the mess I have them in currently.. separately. Note there are posts missing from other people here.. I found it most relevant to just put in my own.. since this opening was mostly between Mir-Ann and Asher.
But her gaze hardened. A coins-edged iris blotted out her emotions... for all they were truly, were memories of when she was once alive. Blood-red lips sneered over exposed fangs.. and she turned to stalk away. She would not have him tonight... but she would want him for an eternity. Soon enough, he would come to her of forced will.. and then she would have him.
The sounds of heavy boot-heels rang through the Gardens. They clipped along at a decent pace, skirting the outer walls, and coming through the Northern gate. They carried a sizable weight. Lengthy strides told of a man well over six feet in height, and with a girth bordering on bulk. Attractive though.. his face told a story of a debased past, and debauched future. Heart-shaped lips did not smile.. but clutched a black cigarette between them. Its tip shone cherry bright in the darkness.. giving a blood tint to sharp eyes.
A long black leather coat stood open at the front, playing down his lengthy form. Fingers plucked the fag from his lips and flicked it out cautiously on the cobbles. One boot stilling the ember glow. He sucked the remaining smoke through flashy white teeth, and let it out in a foetid breath. Cursing quietly..
"Damn Mir-ann.. she'd better make it tonight. Tired of waiting on her lazy blood-sucking ass." The man muttered.. un-gentlemanly. He flexed pale hands.. almost pearlescent in the darkness. With what seemed casual nonchalance he bolstered one shoulder against the base of a large tree.. and drummed long fingers upon the locked elbows of his leather coat.
Asher arched a black brow when the woman strolled past him without a second glance. Was he really standing so still? He shifted to rest his back upon the tree.. settling it between sharp shoulderblades. Crossing arms once more, he watched her wander from this corner to that.
Pink tongue snaked out to moisten full lips, and he sighed wantonly as she continued to bend and stand... bend and stand... he could feel a need build in his chest, but not a human need. Not a need for flesh.. per-say... but one much more vile, and dark.
A need for life... for the very essence of man. Their finite, unholy, imperfect vitae. He could almost feel her heart-beat. It fluttered phantom soft upon the back of his tongue.
"Dammit Mir-Ann.. where are you.." He murmured softly. Almost a slave to this dark desire he could never control... almost lost to it... as his cat-eyes cycled even farther.
His jaw cracked audibly in the darkness. Dark hair spilling down one shoulder as he inadvertantly cracked his neck. Long pale fingers began to massage the apex of his spine. Hunger flared through his every cell, and each attempt to pull his eyes from the lovely creature pandering beside the fountain was met with ill success. He could smell her.. the smell of pale moon-flowers soaking elegantly in his nerves. It went deeper than that though.. he could smell the scent of her flesh, beneath the perfumed night. He could savor the calmness in her atmosphere.. and it did nothing but fuel the rage beneath his chest.
Asher pushed away from the tree and took two booted steps....
A hand flashed out and caught him by the elbow.
"And just vhere do joo tink joo are going mai louve?"
A silver tongue slipped the words into his consciousness before he could act. A woman had caught him off his guard. Her long dreadlocks tipped in silver to match sharp, lengthy nails. Dark lash fluttered over red iris... and lips were stained a very somber red. She was dressed very strangely for this place... her booted feet laced to the thigh, and glossy black skirt slit up to the hip on either side. Her hand was coiled so tightly about his elbow it caught his attention. Her smile was dark, and unpleasant..
"Ve do not hunt here cheri.."
Asher pulled his leather-clad arm from Mir-Ann's hand. He sneered at her.. fangs beared in unadulturated disdain. "About time you get here. I've been waiting for hours..." Lies, his tongue seethed with them. Spitting them in her face easily. The flow was like truth... a tell-tale sign that he was less than angelic.
"Did you bring it?" He breathes smoke soaked breath in her pretty face. He was so close to her, his movements could be mistaken as suductive... attractive... alluring. They were in truth.. predatory. He was hungry.. starving...
Her dark eyes glared through long lash. Her lip pulled in a semi-pout, she murmured quietly. "Of course ma chere... vat do you tink I am? Mmm? A monsterrr?" Mir pulled a waterskein from behind her back.. dangling it by one daintily painted finger between them. "Payment..?"
She glanced sullenly at the girl drifting by the fountain. Her eyes attentive to every move... as Asher considered her offer.
Asher's tongue caught on his next words as the blonde entered his senses. Blonde.. his favorite flavor. A ranged nose caught the scent and led his face up to the moon-less sky. Tasting the air... His hand caught Mir-Ann's wrist roughly, pulling her back. Grasping at her slim arm without mercy.
"Are you sure you've brought what's owed? Every drop Mir-Ann.. I've no time for your games."
He snarled, as he watched the women at the fountain out of the corner of one cat slitted eye. Their yellowed depths coalescing in the livid black that surrounded the inner fountain. They caught his attention so severely, that it was almost obvious he had not met his beast tonight. His mind streamed with the thought of blood flooding over his tongue.. between his lips... down his throat. The ecstasy of it... the tradgedy...
He wasn't interested in his companion, only what she had obtained. The key to his survival lay in her palm... and he would wrest it from her before they parted to be sure.
"Vat is tis.. some Child's game? Of course Ei 'ave eet." She struggled against him visibly. Trying to pull away, not dreaming that he would dare touch her in aggression. "Let me go.. Asher, or you vill not see your sun again." She spit at him gutterally. She held his salvation in her hand.. and she knew it.. she always knew it. Each phase of the moon brought him closer to her... and each turn of the sun pulled his body next to hers. She would have him for her own... soon. Soon enough the blood he made her steal... would be his undoing, and her triumph.
Her smile was liquid smooth. A snake in meadow grass.. sighting a mouse.
He was distracted. His mind.. muddled like clouded water. The smell of her was overwhelming.. but was it the taste of her perfume, or the smell of her blood shifting just beneath the surface of her skin. Is there truly any deviance between animal and monster? Isn't it all just more of the same? He shook dark hair from impeding his vision of her.. his focus.. and closed bestial eyes. He couldn't think clearly.. It was time to soothe his addiction, and Mir-Ann had brought what was owed.
Blood for blood. Life for life.
Her dark gaze watched his eyes as they dissected the other occupants of the Gardens. A moment of tumultuous rage colored her face... and her free hand slapped him openly upon the face.
"Take eet. Bastard. Let me go." She growled deeply. "Ei'll be free ov joo tonite.." She flexed fingers, ready to slap him again should he lose focus. Fickle man...
He did not so much as flinch. A hand which had grown strange talons wrapped about the neck of the skein. He loosed her so forcefully, she stumbled against him. The instant reaction he had.. was to catch her to him, and keep her from falling farther. Their eyes caught, and Asher did not like what was so prevalent in hers. Their binding agreement was the only thing absolving her of guilt... and the only thing keeping him from taking her unlife, but only by mere fractions. His slitted eyes roiled with hate as her face surfaced in them. Eyes that once cradled her like something so precious...
His hands righted her, and he nodded.. placing the skein inside his coat, and pulling out his cigarettes. "Go away." He muttered, while lighting a coal black smoke.
Mir glared at him as he set her free.. trying to hide the unquelled desire she still had for him. He didn't care for her any longer... she had to keep reminding herself. Not yet anyway.. not until he was blood bound enough to see past all these petty differences. He had this strange notion of not loving dead girls...
She eyed the couple sitting at the fountain. The raw distaste evident in her expression. What was it about them that tempted him so? Why would he seduce a girl... who could die? So easily? What secrets did they hold... that she once had as well?
"I vill see you in a veek, yes?" She said simply. There was no emotion to her words.. no sympathy or loathing.. just a simple statement. He could not know that she was hungry too... just as hungry as he... but for blood she could not have.
Her fingers still reeked of fae blood. Blood that she secured for him at all cost... because mixing her vitae with that of the fae made her bond unbreakable... he just didn't know it yet. She doubted in his throes of ecstatic addiction... that he ever would until it was too late.
He hated the smell of her. She was so ever present now... that he could not even scrub the scent from his clothes at night. She followed him like a leech, and he tried not to leave breadcrumbs for her to swallow up. Her obsession was unhealthy.... but he needed her.. dead or alive. Her fingers held magic still, even in death.. though how he could not fathom. She fed his addiction, because she owed it to him... because he had saved her from a fate worse than damnation.
Or had he? Some nights he wondered.. So instead of dwelling, (for what use was that?) he allowed his boots to carry him inward toward the fountain. He had not been invited, but that girl... her taste was so strong in his mouth, almost overpowering the rot of Mir-Ann. He could roll her across his tongue like smoke... the thought made him grin, smoke curling from the corner of his smile.
Lovely.
He had left her there... alone, and savoring the last of his rough handling. Mir-Ann watched him walk away from her... and only now would she let her face crumble. The open need for his hand on her waist... for his mouth at her neck... for his attention. Her expression pursed eager lips.. almost as if she would cry out to him, beg him to turn around and come with her.......